...about OD'ing on re-run after re-run of Noddy with you little imp.
There's something even more comforting about the sight of watching your five-and-a-half year-old laugh out loud at the adventures of the inhabitants of Toyland...something which other kids his age have abandoned totally in favour of Shin Chan, Doraemon, Hagemaru and the execrable Chaddi Buddies.
And there's something totally and absolutely heart-happily comforting when you're privy to a conversation that runs thus:
YO to EO (seated in a rocking chair): Dada, aami tomaar shonge boshbo. (Dada, I want to sit with you.)
EO (lovingly patting his lap): Esho, aamaar koley bosho. (Come, sit on my lap.)
YO clambers on to the proferred lap and settles down happily. Notices the elder brother squirming around: Tomaar koshto hochchey? (Are you feeling pain?) And proceeds to adjust himself so that his elder brother is more comfortable.
Bless you both, my jaan and my praan!! (nazar naa lag jaaye!!)
Talking about it.
2 days ago